Friday, March 26, 2010


There were four of us
I sat with this small woman
I met her once before
But I felt her words mesh
And move
Telling me
I could
And I wondered
If I was any other person
Would she have said the same things
I wondered
Was it just me?
Or did everyone get to be loved
Without judgment
Accepting the surface
As if that was all that was needed to earn it

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